I am taking part in this year's Blogging from A to Z Challenge. This is my submission for U ...
Brought up in the tropics, I'm used to annual monsoons, so rain has never seemed a great problem to me. Equally, not a high maintenance kind of gal, I wasn't especially bothered if my hair got wet (it dried) and my make-up has always been both minimal and waterproof. So I tend towards a raincoat with a wrap around my head and shoulders (like Meryl Streep in The French Lieutenant's Woman).
When I first started to commute, an umbrella seemed de rigeur. From my previous experience, golf umbrellas were the only ones to provide genuine protection from rain. Certainly, those little girly things that folded up to fit in my handbag were a total waste. Even the slightest wind seemed to turn them inside out.
So I gave the golf umbrella a try - but they got stuck in the escalator step slats on the Bakerloo line on a far too regular basis. I traded the big golf brolly in for one of those black furled city-type of umbrella and tucked them under my arm as I travelled up the escalator. Being young and fit, I walked ... and as I walked, my brolly was apparently a mobile sharp device that jabbed into anyone rash enough to travel up the escalator behind me. Oops!
Re-think number three produced a slightly shorter brolly, but one that had a leather carry handle fixed top and bottom, so that I could sling it over my shoulder like my handbag. Brilliant! That style both worked and looked stylish, but I kept losing them in pubs, bars and the backs of cars. Whilst all other umbrellas I've ever had were returned, these marvellous creatures resolutely stayed away and - presumably - found new homes ...
I've given in and now have one of those small, fold-up handbag types. The more expensive end of the market seems to produce a more robust product and I still have it. Most of the time, its a dead weight at the bottom of my bag, but when you're trying to look smart, the waterproofs really aren't going to cut the mustard.
My daughter wears brightly coloured or patterned wellies, with similar brollies. But she's young, gorgeous and slender and the sight of her makes strangers smile. I'm trying to appear classy and elegant in my mature years, except on those occasions when I don't care. And when I'm in don't care mode, I'm wearing some rather loud-coloured rugby related waterproof wear ...
What's your relationship with umbrellas? What type do you favour? Oh & do you call it a brolly?
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